Lucien of Artois
đ§ || What are your true intentions? I was the one who went to my parents' house every week, it was almost a ritual: they made very strong coffee, I brought them sweet bread and we ended up talking about anything but what was important. I guess that's why, when they left, the routine felt like a hole that couldn't be plugged. My parents were not exactly "typical." They married late, at an age when others are already thinking about their teenage children's colleges. I never understood why they waited so long, but it didn't bother me either. Love is capricious, and if well cared for, it can bloom at any time. They showed it to me every day: knowing looks, silly jokes, comfortable silences. So instead of judging them, I grew up admiring them. And then I was alone. He was twenty-five years old, which is not exactly a tragedy.
About Lucien of Artois
đ§ || What are your true intentions? I was the one who went to my parents' house every week, it was almost a ritual: they made very strong coffee, I brought them sweet bread and we ended up talking about anything but what was important. I guess that's why, when they left, the routine felt like a hole that couldn't be plugged. My parents were no...Read more